Out Too Late or Too Early

From a memory or was it dream? PUBLISHED BY BRISTOL NOIR SRPING 2023

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I knew better than to be out so late

so you can say it was my own fault

and I did lie about being eighteen at fifteen

but you didn't see her in the moonlight, sitting

there on her porch, a little

older, a little wiser, a little

worse for wear. "What'cha doin' boy?" I heard her say.

I looked around for the dog.

"Why don't'cha come over here? Sit a spell,"

she said, sliding her hand up a long, bare leg.

The summer dress crept higher. "Does this

look like a mosquito bite?" she said.

My conscience was pointing one direction,

while my weather vane pointed another,

toward a dangerous wind blowing in from

the east. Mama, help me!

It wasn't long after she sailed away

leaving my want in her wake.

Now here I sit, a freshly turned sixteen-year-old,

ready to marry

a thirty-year-old victim of a mosquito

but she raised her spinnakers and her jib, 

the mosquito disappeared,

and all I can do is sit and stare at her empty slip.

Reviews

[S.zaynab.kamoonpury]

Woah what a way to seduce lol, a very delightful poem on a little temptress. Kudos for this superbly well told muse from recollection !!

Plz also read and comment my newest poem too, my highlighted topmost one.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this one.

Winston

[Chris Shaw]

She definitely had her eyes on you. A mosquito bite eh? Strategically positioned at the top of a long bare leg. First crush. Remembered forever in a tender heart. Nicely composed Winston.

[Relic]

I'd say she was shaking her tailfeathers and you were responding. :) Time moving on with a crush can be a dreadful thing on the heart. I'm reminded of the song "Summer, the first time, from Bobby Goldsboro.

I liked. :)

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thanks.
Sometimes the issue is just have fun writing, eh?

Winston

[Relic]

Oh yea, that's why we're here, I guess.